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"Go ahead. Fire your feeble guns. You won't kill anything. There will always be poets in the world."
"Cowards are nice, they're interesting, they're gentle, they wouldn't think of shooting down people in a parade from a tower. They want to live, so they can see their kids. They're very brave."
"In the end, today is forever, yesterday is still today, and tomorrow is already today."
"In the tradition of popular oratory, Trash [a nickname] started a talk at random, moved confidently ahead in no particular direction, and, although he spoke very clearly, said nothing."
"The purpose of writing is both to keep up with life and to run ahead of it. I am little comfort to myself, although I am the only comfort I have, excepting perhaps streets, clouds, the sun, the faces and voices of kids and the aged, and similar accidents of beauty, innocence, truth and loneliness."
"Poetry must be read to be poetry. It may be that one reader is all that I deserve. If this is so, I want that reader to be you."
"I am enormously wise and abysmally ignorant."
"What is a street? It is where the living weep, where the dead go off in silence to their peace."
"I have managed to conceal my madness fairly effectively, and as far as I know it hasn't hurt anybody badly, for which I am grateful."
"All great art has madness, and quite a lot of bad art has it, too."
"Good people are good because they've come to wisdom through failure. We get very little wisdom from success, you know."
"I believe that time, with its infinite understanding, will one day forgive me."
"The business of polishing my shoes satisfies my soul."
"My superficial manners stink and my profound manners are almost as bad."
"The order I found was the order of disorder."
"I care so much about everything that I care about nothing."
"The whole world and every human being in it is everybody's business."
"The purpose of my life is to put off dying as long as possible."
"My writing is careless, but all through it is something that is good, that is mine alone, that no other writer could ever achieve."
"When Andranik went away... I saw that tears were in his eyes and his mouth was twisting with agony like the mouth of a small boy who is in great pain but will not let himself cry."
"It's all over. We can begin to forget Armenia now. Andranik is dead. The nation is lost. I'm no Armenian. I'm an American. Well, the truth is I am both and neither. I love Armenia and I love America and I belong to both, but I am only this: an inhabitant of the earth, and so are you, whoever you are. I tried to forget Armenia but I couldn't do it."
"You write a hit play the same way you write a flop."
"My uncle jumped up from the desk, loving him more than he loved any other man in the world, and through him loving the lost nation, the multitude dead, and the multitude living in every alien corner of the world."
"I loved the theaters, and even though I was hungry, I never spent money for food."
"I believe there are ways whose ends are life instead of death."
"I have been to the place, Armenia. There is no nation there, but that is all the better. But I have been to that place, and I know this: that there is no nation in the world, no England and France and Italy, and no nation whatsoever."
"The greatest happiness you can have is knowing that you do not necessarily require happiness."
"Now, having a play on the same bill with a play by the one and only, the good and great, the impish and noble, the man and superman, George Bernard Shaw, is for me an honor, and I think a most fitting thing."
"My birthplace was California, but I couldn't forget Armenia, so what is one's country? Is it land of the earth, in a specific place? Rivers there? Lakes? The sky there? The way the moon comes up there? And the sun? Is one's country the trees, the vineyards, the grass, the birds, the rocks, the hills and summer and winter? Is it the animal rhythm of the living there? The huts and houses, the streets of cities, the tables and chairs, and the drinking of tea and talking? Is it the peach ripening in summer heat on the bough? Is it the dead in the earth there?"
"The world was my home and I was glad to be in it."
"There was a touch of anxiety in the whole human race about its future."
"There is a small area of land in Asia Minor that is called Armenia, but it is not so. It is not Armenia. It is a place. There are only Armenians, and they inhabit the earth, not Armenia, since there is no Armenia. There is no America and there is no England, and no France, and no Italy. There is only the earth."
"Boredom was the plague of my childhood. While I was at the orphanage, the boredom came from being in a place I did not wish to be. I was bored. I was bored the entire four years I was there."
"A man's ethnic identity has more to do with a personal awareness than with geography."
"There is only good and bad art."
"The idiot is indeed the good man, but only because he doesn't know any better."
"I should like to see any power of the world destroy this race, this small tribe of unimportant people, whose history is ended, whose wars have all been fought and lost, whose structures have crumbled, whose literature is unread, whose music is unheard, whose prayers are no longer uttered. Go ahead, destroy this race. Let us say that it is again 1915. There is war in the world. Destroy Armenia. See if you can do it. Send them from their homes into the desert. Let them have neither bread nor water. Burn their houses and their churches. See if they will not live again. See if they will not laugh again. See if the race will not live again when two of them meet in a beer parlor, twenty years later, and laugh, and speak in their tongue. Go ahead, see if you can do anything about it. See if you can stop them from mocking the big ideas of the world, you sons of bitches, a couple of Armenians talking in the world, go ahead and try to destroy them."
"I do not know what makes a writer, but it probably isn't happiness."
"I took to writing at an early age to escape from meaninglessness, uselessness, unimportance, insignificance, poverty, enslavement, ill health, despair, madness, and all manner of other unattractive, natural and inevitable things."
"We didn't say anything because there was such an awful lot to say, and no language to say it in."
"It is the heart of man that I am trying to imply in this work."
"I have a faint idea what it is like to be alive."
"I cannot see the war as historians see it. Those clever fellows study all the facts and they see the war as a large thing, one of the biggest events in the legend of the man, something general, involving multitudes. I see it as a large thing too, only I break it into small units of one man at a time, and see it as a large and monstrous thing for each man involved. I see the war as death in one form or another for men dressed as soldiers, and all the men who survived the war, including myself, I see as men who died with their brothers, dressed as soldiers. There is no such thing as a soldier. I see death as a private event, the destruction of the universe in the brain and in the senses of one man, and I cannot see any man's death as a contributing factor in the success or failure of a military campaign."
"This is what drives a young writer out of his head, this feeling that nothing is being said."
"I see life as one life at one time, so many millions simultaneously, all over the earth."
"Babies who have not yet been taught to speak any language are the only race of the earth, the race of man: all the rest is pretence, what we call civilization, hatred, fear, desire for strength."
"Everything begins with inhale and exhale, and never ends."
"Illness is essentially discomfort, and it is not easy for anybody to be comfortable all the time... in his body, in his work, in his house, or in his soul."
"If I want to do anything, I want to speak a more universal language."
"I am out here in the far West, in San Francisco, in a small room on Carl Street, writing a letter to common people, telling them in simple language what they already know."